notallthere Posted January 17 Report Share Posted January 17 Yo I can't front - I got dope in my spleenAnd I'm telling everyone at this N.A. meeting I'm thirty dayscleanI won't die even with tuberculosisI could go on forever mixing dope with my method dosageYou could find me at Brighton Beach or Coney Island Or Rikers IslandMy crack pipe is my violinI play along to the police sirenMy eyes squint looking for crack on the floor picking up breadcrumbs and lintI don't know who I am, ask me I couldn't sayI took a chance and tried to get clean and it lasted one dayTried to go to rehab too but couldn't get admittedAnd if there's money missing from your pocketbook you knowwho did itI need drugs Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xj8mike Posted January 17 Report Share Posted January 17 more like help kid Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hunnie818 Posted January 17 Report Share Posted January 17 Originally posted by notallthere Yo I can't front - I got dope in my spleenAnd I'm telling everyone at this N.A. meeting I'm thirty dayscleanI won't die even with tuberculosisI could go on forever mixing dope with my method dosageYou could find me at Brighton Beach or Coney Island Or Rikers IslandMy crack pipe is my violinI play along to the police sirenMy eyes squint looking for crack on the floor picking up breadcrumbs and lintI don't know who I am, ask me I couldn't sayI took a chance and tried to get clean and it lasted one dayTried to go to rehab too but couldn't get admittedAnd if there's money missing from your pocketbook you knowwho did itI need drugs My little Necro head Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xj8mike Posted January 17 Report Share Posted January 17 Originally posted by hunnie818 My little Necro head u rn't 2 far behind hunnie remember your b-day Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hunnie818 Posted January 17 Report Share Posted January 17 Originally posted by xj8mike u rn't 2 far behind hunnie remember your b-day I did'nt do drugs on my b-day remember i told you...your thinking of someone else silly Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
notallthere Posted January 17 Author Report Share Posted January 17 Originally posted by hunnie818 My little Necro head ' :bounce: When I come home from workI'm fiendin' for an eight-ballI got crack on my mindI'm hearing cocaine callTelling me to beep the dealer to deliver me stuffKeep it a secret from my wife, cuz she thinks I don't use drugsThere I was, bleeding from my nose and damnI couldn't breathe but I'm still thinking about the next gramIt's Friday night and I'm not trying to leave my crib dopedI'll kill myself while the dealer's eating Japanese foodI ain't got no pride, I'm buying this shitI'm lying to myself telling the runner I'm trying to quitIt's all make believe, I pretend that I'm trueWhen you give me credit, I'm dodging you every chance that Iget toEven if its good, I'll sniff it up in a minuteBeep you back and complain that you put too much cut in itIf you fall for that and bring me a new sackI'll be making more crazy faces than Jim Carrey on crackCuz yo I'm ripped, I owe you lootPlus I annoy youI deserve to be murdered, but the coke is doing it for youI got nerve, can you put them pills on my billYo I'll you we're friends and we don't even chillI need drugs Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xj8mike Posted January 17 Report Share Posted January 17 Originally posted by hunnie818 I did'nt do drugs on my b-day remember i told you...your thinking of someone else silly good girl just make sure your stories match up Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tunnelbandit Posted January 17 Report Share Posted January 17 ..........Drinking the bile out ya pancreas...... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
imnakedritenow Posted January 17 Report Share Posted January 17 Originally posted by notallthere Yo I can't front - I got dope in my spleenAnd I'm telling everyone at this N.A. meeting I'm thirty dayscleanI won't die even with tuberculosisI could go on forever mixing dope with my method dosageYou could find me at Brighton Beach or Coney Island Or Rikers IslandMy crack pipe is my violinI play along to the police sirenMy eyes squint looking for crack on the floor picking up breadcrumbs and lintI don't know who I am, ask me I couldn't sayI took a chance and tried to get clean and it lasted one dayTried to go to rehab too but couldn't get admittedAnd if there's money missing from your pocketbook you knowwho did itI need drugs Look into his eyes.... what do you see? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
notallthere Posted January 18 Author Report Share Posted January 18 Originally posted by imnakedritenow Look into his eyes.... what do you see? LOVE? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
m0chi69 Posted January 18 Report Share Posted January 18 what would happen if you put that creativity into creating a solution for world hunger? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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